Return to Blues House

Now you need to come take a trip with me,

To a place where we can all get down,

Listening to some finest of all Blues Music,

songs with that even soulful sound.

A Blues House down on Bourbon Street,

Where it's Louisiana's own very best

New Orleans, where Blues rules the roost,

And to hear it, you have been blessed.

We got a cool cat on the drums, a piano king,

One down home Blues voice to sing,

There's two guitars, one bass, and an electric,

Harmonica man's soulful sound to ring.

That music tells a woeful tale, one to bring a tear,

Puts the life of a music maker on display.

As that old bass drum beats its rhythmic sounds,

Its got a heart beat story, message to say.

The chords on those electric guitars,

He's running on his every fret,

Each whining string, meaning to bring,

A story no one will ever forget.

As Mabeline, her voice begins to sing,

brings the whole house down,

Her soul filled voice, by her choice,

You know she's Heaven bound.

She lived up on the Mississippi Delta,

then came back to New Orleans,

She just couldn't leave her own birthplace,

There's no better place, it seems.

Now she'll never ever go anywhere, again,

and it's right here she will always stay,

For it's up to us, each one, my friends,

to walk their own pace, find a better way.

Charlies got that righteous beat on the drums,

Old Billies there, playing a mean guitar,

Gonna take away that hard life all have had,

drinking booze from an old fruit jar.

Putting you back on Bourbon Street,

there, where a soulful spirit lives,

Blues time melody ringing like a bell,

All's under that magic spell it gives.

Come on down to that old Blues House Hotel,

The fine music there, puts you under its spell.

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